The Opener

Part:7

Cookie

Drawing bananas keep me calm when in an airplane. I know, it sounds weird but hey, isn't everyone? Anyways, I was just drawing on my notebook when someone sat on the chair across me. Thinking it was one of my assistants or bodyguards (personal slaves more like) I ignored it.

"You're really talented, Nathan," said Marie, startling me.

I quickly closed my notebook hoping she didn't read anything that I wrote or drew.

Shoot!! What if she thinks wrong or what if she read one of my poems???!?

"Didn't anyone tell you to mind your own business and not to snoop around other people's?" I said will a scowl in my face.

Her eyes slightly furrowed but her smile was just as big and bright as always. Is that even normal?

"Didn't anyone tell you that the polite thing to do when someone complements you is to say thank you, not accuse them of "snooping" around?" Her voice was still gentle and kind when she spoke. As if she was afraid that if she changed the tone I would get hurt or something.

"You know, you sound just like my father. Maybe that's why you're his favorite but that doesn't matter. I'm still the boss around here and what I say goes. I don't need lecturing about manners and all that cra-er-useless stupid stuff so buzz of would yah?"

My voice sounded firm and dangerous. Or at least I hoped it did. And to and a little more, I got my notebook with a slam on the table and went to my seat.

I sighed loudly and closed my eyes. Drifting of to sleep.

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"No!!" I shouted after suddenly waking up.

Everyone on the plane looked at me. Some confused, others terrified but only Marie looked concerned. Take note: looked.

"What are you all looking at?" I glared at them.